Ever since we decided to go on our baseball trip, we have spent every free moment on ebay, Craigslist and Stubhub, trying to procure tickets for sold-out games. In most places, we've had decent luck, as long as we were willing to spend an arm and a leg.
But the hardest ticket to get was to the Emory Tour & Information Session. To be honest, Emory was not really on CJ's radar until their marketing people started bombarding him with brochures describing all sorts of cool opportunities. Because he hadn't seen a school of that size, and because we were going to be in Atlanta anyway, we decided to sign up for a campus visit.
I called last Wednesday, and a lovely Southern receptionist told me that there were already 60 students signed up, and she could put us on a waitlist.
(Who knew Emory was so hot? I guess we should have realized – Whenever I mention Emory to someone who has been through the process, the response is always "Emory's a good school".)
I am thrilled to report that today, after a week of sleepless nights and nail biting, we got the news that CJ was accepted off the waitlist and offered a spot on the tour!
But our joy and relief was short-lived: I just found out that a work commitment will prevent me from traveling with the family on the first two legs of the trip, to Atlanta and Chicago. Now I will meet the boys in New York, and miss the Braves, the Cubs – and worst of all, the sold-out Emory visit. The idea of Mr. NP and the boys touring a college without me is unfathomable. I just know that when I ask them how it went, they will say "Good," and leave me with nothing to blog about.